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Happy St. Patrick's Day. May the luck of the Irish be with you! ... Unless you are really out of touch with the world, you know the US is on the verge of war with Iraq. This all made me have a terrible dream on Saturday. Greg has been out of the Navy since about 1990, but in this dream, he was still in. Here it is in short....or as short as I can make it. I had got a call that I was being flown to a Navy base to be reunited with Greg whom I had not seen in 8 months. There were dozens of other wives on the plane with me. We were told that some men were missing, but we'd find out who when we got to the base. I was sure Greg wouldn't be one of the missing men ~ stuff like that only happens in the movies or to other people. At the base, I go to Greg's room and his bed is empty. I instantly know he is missing and lay down on his bed and cry. As the dream goes on, I make friends with a female Naval officer who keeps me up to date in the search for Greg and the other missing men. A few weeks go by and she gently tries to keep me from getting my hopes up that he'll be found alive. The day finally comes ~ the missing men have been found. Some are alive, some are not. I'm flown to another Navy base where I expect I'll be identifying Greg's dead body. The female officer comes with me for support. When we land, I give her a picture of him and tell her to get off the plane and to go see if he's out on the tarmac waiting for me. I wait, but can't resist and look out one the windows. I don't see him at first, but then I do. I hear the female officer calling excitedly for me....she see's him, too. I rush off the plane into his arms. He was thin and looked sickly, but to me, he'd never looked better. I woke up shortly after that. I laid there for a second and then my eyes watered and I rolled over and was really glad he was laying next to me. What's sad is, this kind of thing will happen. This dream will be real life for someone. I feel really selfish for saying it, but I'm glad it won't be real life for me. posted by Kitty Monday, March 17, 2003
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